The room with the computers in it - computer lab, Thomasina thinks she's heard it called - is empty this particular Thursday afternoon. The Professor who taught classes there hasn't been seen for weeks and his students, who kept showing up for their lessons just in case have stopped making even that much effort some time since. People still stop by ( Read more... )

There is an ingenious wooden box/storage caddy attached to the outside of the door to Room 503. The bottom half of it is a simple box with a hinged front panel that has a slot cut in the centre of it and a tiny lock on one side. The top part is more complicated. It has a solid back panel and then two side panels of differing heights - half the ( Read more... )

Dearest Septimus ( Read more... )

I've made it through the first two days of lessons (mostly) unscathed. Perhaps I'll stop feeling quite so foreign eventually?

( I have most of a timetable put together now . . . )